Pain. It surges through bone and blood. It tears at Ciaveth's heart, where the silver shard once rested. A hole has been carved into her flesh, just above her heart, and raggedly stitched by an unskilled hand.
"The door to the right is locked," Kaelyn apologizes. "I have reason to believe the key is in the chambers to the left. Unless one of you has a particular talent at picking locks, we will likely have to explore the left side first."
"Left it is! Thank you Kaelyn. Do you need a spare healing potion or want to cast any buffs before we get started? I've got a spare Extended Protection From Arrows if you'd like it."
"Oh - yes, certainly, I would appreciate being protected from arrows. And I have a few spells that I can put on everyone -"
Kaelyn provides death ward and protection from energy for everyone. "I've mostly been focusing on, um, the ability to smite my enemies, since I haven't had allies to support. This is a pleasant change of pace."
Gann waves a hand and says a word and casts something on Kaelyn too, but he doesn't explain anything about what it does or why he's doing it. Or even ask for permission before casting it.
(It's owl's insight, if anyone in this party of spellcasters makes their spellcraft check.)